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pity flower

sometimes

I forget

what you are:

just a flower

swaying to

the directions

of foul winds;

rooted,

yet can’t stand

your ground;

looted off

your perfections

for reasons lewd

you pursued

colors faded

and gone

gone into a world

a life where

pretty flowers

don't belong

 

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